Scene 1: Bound to Mortal Form

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and spirits merely players.
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one prince in his time plays many parts.

~ The Tale of the Feral Fire Prince, Act 2, Scene 7

Zuko knew the minute he set foot on the ship that would bear him in his banishment that he was in over his head. He swayed on the deck, the waves beneath the boat and the pain of his injured eye and ear unbalancing him. He straightened further, planting his feet.

He was still in so much pain from the fresh burn on his face, but he had forgone the medicine this morning so that he could board his ship under his own power. He refused to be carried aboard. He must make a good first impression on his crew, and a good final impression on his country. They would both see him standing tall and strong as was expected of a prince, even if that was not how he felt at all at the moment.

Lieutenant Chow did not seem to care about Zuko's pride or rank. He scowled when Zuko ordered him to set a course north, out of Fire Nation waters. The man had been court-martialed twice, but acquitted both times on technicalities. His crew were a rough lot, the dregs of the Fire Nation Navy. They were not the sort of men that would take well to being ordered around by a thirteen-year-old. Zuko wondered if there was any way that he could appear strong enough to them to command their loyalties. It wasn't likely, not with Zuko's luck, but he would try his hardest anyway.

His father had not come to see him off. Neither had Azula. There was only a single Fire Sage and a few guards to ensure he left as ordered. He was alone. It was a familiar feeling since his mother had disappeared.

Even Uncle had not bothered to bid him farewell. Zuko supposed that it was only what he deserved. Uncle had indulged him enough, when Zuko could not even heed his simple instructions. Uncle must be ashamed of him now, just like Father.

Zuko steeled himself not to linger on his shame, only project strength he did not feel. He stood at the bow of the ship, facing ahead as they steamed out of the harbor. He felt the light of Agni on only one side of his face. He did not look back. He could not (bear to) think about returning to his family's approval until he had regained his honor.

He would capture the Avatar or die trying.

Waves crash, draw back, and
again bash their heads on stone.
One sympathizes.

~ "Crash" by Fire Lord Zuko

"Traitorous scum!" Zuko snarled. "You honorless swine!"

The men only laughed at him. And why wouldn't they? All Zuko had left was insults, and those hardly mattered to his mutinous crew.

"Here," Lieutenant Chow said, and tossed a canteen over the gunwale so it landed in the dirt at Zuko's feet. "Plenty of brush on this island. You're a firebender. Light a signal fire. Maybe someone'll see it and pick you up."

"And if they don't?"

"That would probably be better. No way for you to point the finger at us if you're dead."

"If I die, your next court martial will see you hanged!"

The lieutenant shrugged. "Only if they catch me."

"Why do this? You will be on the run from the Fire Nation the rest of your lives for this mutiny."

"Well, little prince," the lieutenant responded, "I'm not real interested in spending my best years sailing hither and yon in this rusty tub on a wild pig chicken chase under the command of a stripling boy. Begging your pardon, of course." He smiled. "A pirate's life may have its dangers, but also its appeal."

Zuko sneered. "Not only are you traitors and scum, you are cowards as well. Are you so afraid of me that you will leave me without a weapon? Or is it out of petty cruelty that you would deny me the means for a clean and honorable way out?"

Lieutenant Chow scowled. "Here," he shouted, and lobbed another object at Zuko. "Use it if you have the guts." The crew laughed again. It was admittedly a fitting joke, even if Zuko did not find it particularly amusing.

Zuko picked up the knife as his former ship disappeared into the distance. The lieutenant had been so good as to give him his own knife back. This was the pearl dagger Uncle had sent him just before cousin Lu Ten died. It wasn't good for much, its design being more ceremonial than useful, but it would do fine for the purpose it was returned to him.

Zuko read the inscription again without really seeing it. Never give up without a fight.

Well, he had the single canteen of water. He could struggle on for at least a few days more before he would need the knife. The dagger had been a gift from Uncle. He should honor the spirit in which it was given out of respect for the man, even if Uncle would never know how he fought.

FIRE PRINCE:
What isle, Agni, is this?

AGNI:
This is the Dragon Isle, young prince.

FIRE PRINCE:
And what should I do in the Dragon Isle?
The dragons they are in the Spirit Realm.

~ The Tale of the Feral Fire Prince, Act 1, Scene 2

The island was little more than a rock sticking up out of the sea. It didn't take Zuko long to traverse it in search of the best vantage point. Not that he could see very well at the moment, with one eye bandaged. He gathered brush for a signal fire as he went. Lieutenant Chow was an odious coward, but he wasn't stupid. The fire was a good idea. He could light it if he saw a ship on the horizon.

Brush was easy to find. Water was harder. He knew there had to be water somewhere. There were vegetation, insects, and sea birds on the island, and they needed water as much as he did. But he couldn't find so much as a puddle. Maybe the water was underground. Should he start digging? But where? And with what?

He found a sturdy stick and started desultorily scratching at the thin soil with it. The medicine he had taken that morning on the ship had worn off, and his head throbbed as he toiled. The sun beat down on his unprotected neck as he wiped sweat from his good eye.

He soon gave up on digging for water. It was too much effort for an unlikely payoff. He rested in the shade of a squat bush at the highest point of the island, looking out for a passing ship on the wide ocean. He could see another island in the far distance. He wondered if that island had water, and if he could swim there. He was a strong swimmer, but probably not that strong. It had to be miles away.

The sun began its descent, painting the sky pink and gold, then shifting to red and purple, like a bruise. With the soft sound of the waves all around, Zuko could almost pretend that he was watching another sunset back on Ember Island. If he let himself close his eyes, he might be able to imagine that his family, that Mother and Uncle and Lu Ten and Azula, were just inside the beach house, waiting for him to come in and have dinner with them.

He kept his eyes open and stubbornly trained on the horizon until the light faded entirely.

My tongue is aching,
my throat burns, my spirit wails—
water, water now!

~ "Thirst" by Fire Lord Zuko

Zuko drank the last mouthful of water from the canteen the next morning. He had done his best to ration it, but it was never going to be enough.

He circled the island twice more, keeping half his attention on the search for water and half on the horizon for a ship. He found neither.

He retreated to his lookout during the heat of the day in a feeble attempt to conserve his strength. The pounding headache that had been toying with him since he woke had finally sunk its teeth deep behind his eyes, but he didn't dare go to sleep in case he missed seeing a ship. His skin felt tight and hot. He was just sunburned, he hoped. It wouldn't be pretty if he was spiking a fever again. When he stood to stretch and get his blood flowing so he wouldn't doze off, his vision grayed dangerously and he had to brace himself on a spindly tree against the sudden light-headedness that swept over him. His legs trembled as he forced himself to pace a bit after the head rush had abated.

The hardest thing, though, was the worsening dryness of his throat and mouth. His tongue felt swollen, and each breath seemed to scrape against his throat. The thirst was maddening. No matter how hard he tried, nothing could take his mind off of it. And the longer he thought about it, the worse it seemed to get.

He knew he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. He decided he would light the signal fire in the morning, whether he saw a ship or not, and try to keep it burning through the day. But if the smoke had still not attracted a ship by sundown, then he would need to take matters into his own hands, hopefully before his hands grew too weak to hold the knife.

The calls of the sea ravens seemed much too loud in his good ear, driving a spike of pain into his throbbing head with each shrill cry. Zuko glared at them swooping overhead. If he could fly, he certainly wouldn't be crying about it. He would fly away from this wretched rock and never come back. He would be free to go wherever he wanted. He could soar all over the world to find the Avatar. To find his mother. He would never come back down to earth again, if he could fly. Azula wouldn't taunt him anymore; she would be jealous of him. His father wouldn't scorn him, he'd approve of him. These stupid birds would never dare mock him with their stupid cawing. They would fly far away from him if they knew what was good for them. They would fly…

…All to the same place, over and over again, winging out and returning to and fro. Where were they all going?

Zuko dragged himself to the edge of the bluff that made up the eastern end of the island and looked down. There was an opening halfway up the cliff face that the birds were entering and exiting. Was it a nest? But it seemed bigger than just a sea raven nest. A cave?

Without really thinking too hard about it, Zuko lowered himself over the edge of the cliff, carefully searching out footholds. If there was a cave down there, then he had to check it out. The birds kept returning there. Perhaps that's where the water was.

Zuko had been rock climbing many times before. There were plenty of good places to do it around the caldera. But he had never done it without a line, nor with one eye and ear completely covered, after almost a day without water. The muscles in his hands and arms were on fire almost immediately after he heaved himself over the edge of the cliff. Sweat ran into his eyes and along his palms as he carefully searched out handholds. He took it slow, despite his cramping calves. He focused on keeping his breaths even and ignoring the waves crashing against the rock far below him. The sun had dipped below the other side of the island and was rapidly sinking below the horizon, casting Zuko in shadow and making it hard to see the potential holds.

After an eternity, his feet hit air instead of rock. He lowered himself a bit further using just his arms, so he was hanging over the lip of the cave, then he swung himself inside and let go.

He landed hard on his back, driving the last of the air from his lungs. There was an almighty ruckus as the startled sea ravens shrieked and took wing to flee the intruder, leaving Zuko alone on the floor, trying to catch his breath, his whole body trembling. It took him several long minutes to move, even longer to finally get himself up off the floor.

The cave wasn't high, but it was wide and deep. And at the very back, far from the sea winds and sun that would have evaporated it in minutes, was a thin trickle of water that ran down the rock wall.

Zuko put his mouth to the stone and nearly cried with relief at the touch of damp on his chapped lips. It took several minutes of practically licking the rock before he finally began to feel his thirst abate.

By the time he felt more like a live person and not just a dried-out husk, the sun had fully set, and the only illumination in the cave was from the waxing gibbous moon. Exhausted, Zuko stumbled to a sandy area of the cave and collapsed, grateful for the soft sand which made a much more comfortable bed than the stony lookout had been last night.

There was a large, oblong stone near the center of the sand bed that was so smooth that it felt almost soft to the touch. Zuko lay his head on it to keep his bandage out of the sand. He only had the one bandage—he needed to keep it clean as long as possible. The cool surface of the stone drew out the heat from his sunburned face and soothed his throbbing head a little.

Zuko dozed, or perhaps he slept. It was hard to tell sometimes, his dreams were so strange that night. He saw each of his family members appear one by one from the depths of the cave and walk past him to the cave entrance, not even stopping before stepping into thin air. But they didn't fall, they just kept going, walking away across the moonbeams and leaving him there. Fire Lord Azulon did not look at Zuko as he passed, but when Father came, he scowled down at him.

"Pathetic," he sneered. "My firstborn son grubbing in the dirt underground like a filthy earthbender. Will you start going barefoot everywhere too?" Zuko bowed his head, ashamed of his disheveled appearance in front of his honored father and grandfather. "Stay in this hole, for all I care. You are unworthy of this family. I should never have given in to your mother when she begged me to spare you." The apparition sounded so like his father that Zuko almost apologized to it.

His uncle came next. "Prince Zuko. Why are you here in this cold, dark cave? If you look for the light you can often find it. If you look for the dark, that is all you will ever see." He beckoned to Zuko as he walked toward the cliff, but Zuko was confused, as he usually was when his uncle spoke in proverbs. He wanted to call out to Uncle to wait for him, but his tongue didn't seem to be working. Iroh looked at him sadly as he stepped into the air. "You can't always see the light at the end of the tunnel, my nephew, but if you just keep moving, you will come to a better place."

"Hey, dum-dum." His sister's voice echoed in the cave. "Let's play a game. I dare you to follow me right off the edge of the cliff." Azula's games were always like this; Zuko had always hated them. "It'll all be fine, Zuzu—cross my heart and hope to die." Her smile was all teeth as she left him behind.

"Hi little cousin," Lu Ten said as he emerged from the shadows. He held up two fingers in a sign of goodwill to greet him, just as he always did. The gesture brought a lump to Zuko's throat. He had missed the older cousin he had always admired, but his grief for Lu Ten had been eclipsed by everything that had followed his death. "It's been a long time. I have so much to tell you, so many stories from the war." He smiled at Zuko. "I suppose they'll have to wait until we both come home." And then he was gone too.

"Zuko…" Zuko squeezed his eyes shut against the tears that threatened. He knew she was coming, and he knew just as well that it would hurt to see her again.

"Zuko, my love, listen to me," his mother said, and Zuko couldn't stop himself from opening his eyes to look at her, a sight he'd longed for for years. She was just as he remembered, with her long, soft hair and sorrowful amber eyes. It was as though no time had passed since he had last seen her, though it had been more than two years since she had gone. Zuko blinked back his tears. He had missed her so much.

"Everything I've done, I've done to protect you," Mother told him, and Zuko felt a pang deep in his chest. He knew that her disappearance had something to do with him, knew that it was his fault she was gone. He had spent days praying to any spirit that might listen, promising he would be better, do better, if only his mother would return, but they did not answer. "Remember this, Zuko. No matter how things may seem to change, never forget who you are—someone who keeps fighting even though it's hard." Mother stepped off the cliff, leaving again. Zuko reached out after her, but still she turned away.

Zuko thought that Mother would be the last to appear, so he startled when he heard another voice—one he did not recognize.

"I hear that you've been looking for me," said the man that stepped forth. Zuko didn't understand. He was an old man dressed in robes, with a long white beard and hair tied in a topknot. His face was lined with age and care. Zuko was sure he had never seen him before, so how could he be looking for him?

As though he had heard Zuko's thoughts, the man said, "I have mastered the elements a thousand times in a thousand lifetimes. Now, I must do it once again."

The Avatar. This was the Avatar. Zuko knew that the Avatar must be an old man and a coward. No one had seen him in over a century. But why did he say that he must master the elements again? He must surely be fully realized by now. It was too bad that Zuko had found the Avatar so early, when he had not even completed his firebending training yet, let alone his study of the weaknesses of the other elements.

"Do not be too hard on yourself," the Avatar told him. "You will master firebending, as I did."

Okay, so the Avatar had mastered fire, in addition to his native air? Zuko was confused.

"Some conflicts are so strong, they can transcend lifetimes, my child." The old man looked at him gravely. "I am sorry that you must carry this burden that spans generations."

Zuko bared his teeth. If he was so sorry, he should turn himself in! He should help the Fire Nation bring civilization to the world! He shouldn't be such a coward that he abandoned his honor and hid from his duty for a hundred years!

"I am not the only one hiding, young man. Allow your true self to prevail over what others would try to force you to be. Only then will you find inner peace."

Zuko snorted. The guy was as bad as Uncle. Zuko caught a glimpse of the Avatar's smile as he turned and walked away.

A loud growl sounded from the depths of the cave, and Zuko's heart raced with a thrill of fear. He took in a breath and braced himself to face whatever was left in the cave with him.

A dragon stalked out of the darkness, huge and red. It glared right at Zuko, who tried to jump up to face this threat, but couldn't make his limbs move any more than his tongue. He lay frozen as the dragon approached, closer and closer, far nearer than Zuko was comfortable being to the great beast.

He expected it to attack. Instead, it reached out with a whisker and touched his forehead.

Zuko was suddenly flooded with an indescribable sensation. It was tranquility and activity all at once. It was frothing and flowing, intense and peaceful, ardor and amity. It was too much and not enough. Zuko cringed away, but even after the dragon withdrew and flew away into the night, the warring feelings remained. Zuko felt like he had been split apart. He was at once both trapped in and falling out of his body. He gasped and moaned, not sure what to do to make it stop.

The smooth stone under his head was throbbing rhythmically, as though with a slow pulse. Zuko curled around it, trying to anchor himself. He forced himself to breathe in time with the pulse of the stone. But the stone's cadence was too slow, and he couldn't make his breathing match. It was cold to the touch, chilled in the dark of the cave. Zuko, not really thinking, called forth his inner flame, raising his body temperature and funneling heat into the stone wherever he touched it. The stone warmed, its pulse quickening. It became easier to breathe to the rhythm it set. Zuko concentrated on breathing warmth and listening to the beat for a long time.

Gradually, the conflicting feelings settled. When Zuko felt like he could open his eyes again without the world spinning out of control, he only saw the deep, dark shadows of the cave. It was night, and he was alone, just like before. No one else was there, of course. Of course they weren't.

Zuko drifted off to sleep again, wrapped around the warming stone.

Another morning
I wake with thirst for grace and
peace I do not have.

~ "Morning" by Fire Lord Zuko

Zuko discovered that the cave faced due east the next morning, when the first ray of the rising sun to crest the horizon struck him full in the face. He groaned, sitting up to rub at his eye, then blinked, frowning at his surroundings, for a moment not sure where he was. The cave. On the island. Marooned, he remembered suddenly. He had been dreaming, but he couldn't quite remember what about. He thought Mother had been in the dream. He wasn't surprised. He often dreamed of her.

The oblong stone was still warm from his body heat. It was pleasant to touch. Zuko looked out toward the sun rising over the sea. After the initial rude awakening, it was nice to feel the light on his skin. Peaceful even.

Zuko settled in a seated pose, his shins and knees pressed against the stone in front of him. He closed his eyes and let the warm stone ground him, the sound of the waves calm him, and the light lead him. He took a deep breath and slipped into true meditation for the first time since he had been burned.

It was nice. He wasn't able to push away the throbbing pain of his burn or the rough dryness of his throat for very long, but the moment of stillness he was able to find was good while it lasted. There was no one here to continue his firebending training, but perhaps he could keep up his meditation practice, even marooned.

He drank from the trickling stream again, and as soon as his thirst was slaked, his hunger came roaring forth. He hadn't eaten in two days, and his stomach was finally in a position to remind him of that fact.

The first challenge was getting out of the cave. Zuko realized that he was very fortunate there was a source of water in the cave, or he would not have had the strength to climb out again. He probably should have thought of that before going down there in the first place. Uncle told him once that he needed to think things through better, and this is probably what he meant. Zuko climbed down instead of back up, letting himself down slowly into the waves and paddling to an inlet where he could get back to shore.

The next challenge was finding food. Zuko had never hunted or fished, nor foraged. He had read both the army and the navy's survival handbooks, but never had cause to put the strategies therein to use. He did his best, but at the end of the day, he had collected only a couple seabird eggs and managed to pry some mussels from the rocks along the water's edge. He was almost hungrier at the end of the day than he'd been at the beginning. The refreshed feeling he'd had after sleep and meditation was long gone, and his whole body was tired and aching again. His head was still pounding. More than food even, he wished he had some medicine to bring the pain from his burn down.

He kept looking to the horizon throughout the day, watching for a ship. He might have been a more effective hunter if he kept his attention on the task at hand, but he was anxious to get off this rock and back to his quest to find the Avatar.

When Zuko finally crawled back down the cliff to the cave in the evening, he only had energy left to drink as much water as he could hold and then prop the canteen against the wall under the trickle in hopes that it would collect a little water that he could carry with him tomorrow.

The stone was still there, and still a little warm. He had heard that rocks could hold heat for a long time, but this seemed like a very long time. Still, it was the least uncomfortable spot to sleep on this whole island, so he curled around the stone again and before drifting off, called forth his inner flame to warm the stone as well.

If the stone was pulsing again in his dreams, he didn't remember by the time he sat down to try meditating again in the morning.

Sea raven, why cry?
Tomorrow you shall peck at
flesh that once was mine.

~ "Sea Raven" by Fire Lord Zuko

The days passed much the same. He woke at daybreak. Meditated more or less successfully. Drank his fill of water and retrieved his full canteen. Scavenged for anything edible he could find. Watched the sea for a ship. Climbed back into the cave at sunset. Curled up in the sand with his favorite rock to get some fitful sleep, as much as the constant pain and hunger would allow.

He was getting a little better at finding food, but he was not achieving success as quickly as he had hoped. He wasn't surprised exactly—Zuko had always been a slow learner; Father was constantly disappointed in his progress in his studies. He thought of the constant ache of his hollow stomach as motivation for him to do better, like a rap across his hands from one of his tutors. But no matter how much he berated himself like his firebending masters had, he only seemed to be getting weaker. He could push past this, just like he had when he made himself get up out of bed only a day after the Agni Kai. That had hurt far more than hunger, so he didn't know why he was such a weakling now.

He tried to conserve his energy when he could. He only used firebending to cook the scraps of rodent meat he was able to catch. He mostly ate anything else he was able to find raw. He was sure the small fish, mussels and insects he scrounged would be better cooked, but he was just so tired all the time, and he didn't want to make it worse by summoning a flame unnecessarily.

He did keep using his bending to warm the stone in the cave though. It got chilly at night, just uncomfortable enough that Zuko couldn't really get to sleep unless he shared his inner fire to warm the rock and curled around it. It was perfect for reflecting warmth back to him, almost like it had a heat of its own.

It had been days, maybe a week, since he'd been marooned, and Zuko was feeling worse than ever. He was no longer feeling hungry. Actually, he was a bit nauseous, if anything. His thoughts were slow, like his head had been stuffed full of cotton. He had felt uncomfortably warm all day, but when he returned to the cave at night, the cool air underground raised goosebumps on his arms, and he shivered hard.

He dropped into his little nest in the sand and curled around the stone, warming it perhaps a bit more than he usually did to combat the chill. He wished he had a blanket to trap the heat next to his skin, even though he was still sweating.

Zuko may be slow, but he wasn't stupid. He knew that he must have a fever. He carefully removed the old bandage from his face and set it aside. It was clearly the worse for wear, torn and stained with sweat and dirt. No wonder he was ill now.

Zuko hissed as his burn was exposed to the stinging cold air. The skin on his face felt tight and hot. When he reached up to prod at the edge of the wound with his fingers, it seemed warmer and more swollen than it should be. Zuko didn't put the bandage back on. If it was infected, the old, dirty bandage would be no help.

There was nothing he could do. He had no medicine to ease him, no food to fortify him, no blanket to comfort him. He could only rest and hope the fever did not get too bad.

So he dozed, too chilled to really sleep, even with the welcome warmth from the stone. The full moon shone full on him through the mouth of the cave as it rose, reflecting Agni's light, letting Zuko keep his inner flame steady, even as his face and head throbbed and his body ached from shivering.

It was deep in the night when Zuko slowly became aware of a sensation, like scratching, coming from the stone beneath his head. He absently ran a hand over the warm, smooth surface, up and down, as his mother had over his back to soothe him when he was small.

The scritching only became louder and more urgent, and then there was something like a soft thump.

Zuko reluctantly raised his head, looking around for the source of the vibrations. The full moon was still shining brightly, and he could see clearly that there was nothing else in the cave. He lay back down, still stroking the stone absently.

And then there came a loud crack.

Zuko shot up, the sudden change in position making his woozy head swim. He looked down at the stone beneath him. Had that sound come from it?

At first glance, the stone looked no different, but upon closer examination, Zuko found a chip that had flaked off the end of the oblong form. He turned the thin flake of stone over in his hand, wondering why it would suddenly break like that. His head couldn't be that heavy…

There was another little noise, and another chip fell from the stone right before Zuko's eyes. Zuko tilted his head to look more closely at the end of the stone that was suddenly broken. It was hard to tell in the moonlight, but it looked like there was something dark sticking out a little bit from the shallow divot the chips had left.

Zuko thought he could hear that scratching noise again, and acting on a hunch, he lowered his head to rest his good ear on the stone once more. He could definitely hear the scratching louder now. And did the stone just twitch…?

With his ear pressed to the stone, Zuko heard the next crunch resound from within it.

Among the little bits of stone that had broken outward, as though pushed from within, there was definitely something poking out of the much larger hole. It looked almost wet. And it appeared to be breathing.

Zuko watched, shivering with fever and wide-eyed with awe, as the cracks spread wider and the thing pushed out farther, revealing itself to be a tiny nose. As the sky lightened with the approaching morn, the snout was followed by a head, which preceded a long, snaky neck. A leg freed itself, then another, and—was that a wing? Was this really happening, or had his fever climbed so high that he was now hallucinating?

As the first ray of the sun crested the horizon, the creature finally slithered fully from its egg, flopping and flailing into the sand. Agni's light shimmered in the dampness left on its red scales and on its crumpled, furled wings. It looked at Zuko, and Zuko met its golden, slit-pupiled eyes, amazed.

The baby dragon made a sound like a chirp. Zuko, not sure what else to do, put out a hand to it. The infant surged forward on wobbly legs and put its nose right into his palm.

"Oh!" Zuko's uncertainty about this being reality was dispelled at feeling the scaly snout sniffing all over his hand. He swallowed around the lump suddenly in his throat.

The hatchling soon finished its inspection of his hand and immediately climbed right into Zuko's lap, settling itself across his thighs. He tentatively brought his hand up to stroke the top of the little dragon's head. It chirped again and closed its eyes, leaning into his touch.

Zuko's vision blurred as tears welled in his eyes. A dragon. Maybe the last dragon in the world, and he had just witnessed its birth. Agni had showed him a miracle.

Zuko slipped into meditation, calling forth his flame to thank Agni for the life of the little one that he continued to slowly stroke in the light of the dawn.

I have a rough idea of where I want to take this, but nothing written yet. Let me know if you want to read more! Thanks for giving this a chance!

Ln(^_^)